The measure of a moment is in the way it touches me.
It must exist. I must be aware of it and then it must be allowed to penetrate all those shields and bits and pieces of armor that protect me.
Sometimes I wonder who is responsible for what gets through to me.
Is it up to me to let down all my defenses, open myself and roll over, belly up like a puppy? Trusting and vulnerable and ready to face whatever there is.
Or are there those who were made with the ability to do that whether I want it or not?
Souls who have the ability to reach deeply into my soul and touch me at my core?
When that happens it is as if I burst into bloom; as if a light inside of me is lit and the flame fills me with something greater than inspiration; greater than genius; greater than anything I could ever do on my own.
I think these may be the moments when the veil is lifted, moments so precious they can never be forgotten.
Measureless moments.
It must exist. I must be aware of it and then it must be allowed to penetrate all those shields and bits and pieces of armor that protect me.
Sometimes I wonder who is responsible for what gets through to me.
Is it up to me to let down all my defenses, open myself and roll over, belly up like a puppy? Trusting and vulnerable and ready to face whatever there is.
Or are there those who were made with the ability to do that whether I want it or not?
Souls who have the ability to reach deeply into my soul and touch me at my core?
When that happens it is as if I burst into bloom; as if a light inside of me is lit and the flame fills me with something greater than inspiration; greater than genius; greater than anything I could ever do on my own.
I think these may be the moments when the veil is lifted, moments so precious they can never be forgotten.
Measureless moments.
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